I hit an invisible wall and the music came to an abrupt halt. Off clattered the headphones of youthful naiveté (previously unnoticed by me). I wasn't in a story at all, I was in the East Village and that smell was pee.
Sure, ad revenue-generating cover stories often hit on the trifecta of fashion, beauty and lifestyle. But women's magazines are aptly proving that these topics and "serious" journalism can seamlessly co-exist.